Oz

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Oct 2, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    This world was not meant for people like us
    It kills us
    Or makes us strange.
    It fills us with words
    That leak from our hearts
    And brand us when they escape our mouths
    I cannot imagine
    Living a long and happy life
    There is something in me
    Which makes that possibility improbable.
    These people
    Who live too deeply
    And feel too strongly
    I guess we’re just born
    With faulty mental immune systems.
    Every infection gets by
    Traps itself within the folds of self
    And ravages the soul.
    I would like to empty myself out
    And start all over again
    Build my psyche from the bottom up
    See if I can’t design a better structure.
    Something that won’t blow apart
    Or be lifted free of its moorings
    And tumbled off haphazardly to Oz
    At the first gust of wind.
    Dreams
    It’s all just dreams
    And will-o’-the-wisps
    Dancing through barren terrain.
    These people
    People like me
    People like all the people I’ve ever loved
    We can’t be healed
    We just hurt each other
    And tear at each other
    And mar the surface of these imperfect beings all the more
    Broken people grating against broken people
    Full of pieces that don’t fit us
    And don’t fit anyone else either.
    Our lives have made a mess of us
    Or we have made a mess of our lives.
    There’s nothing left here
    And I refuse to fight anymore
    To keep on making frantic calls
    On connections crumbled to dust.
     
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    I Love this poem Beloved - some think it is the Senstive who are weak. I think it takes an entirely different kind of sacred strenght, though it leaves us vulnerable in just as an entirely different way. You expressed it so well...

    These, your words, automatically reminded me of part of a poem by W.B. Yeats called The Stolen Child...

    "Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
    "

    {{FAL1}}
     
  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Ditto to what FAL1 said: I love it:smile: , not the feelings that brought it into being:sad: , but the poem itself. You are gifted, my friend, and I'm privileged that you share your feelings (so beautifully expressed) with us.:smile: :smile:

    love,

    least xoxoxox
     
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